Actually, she'd never been average and pretty much since she was a toddler she knew it. She didn't know why, and she was afraid to discuss it with any...ne, but she had an innate ability to feel other peoples' emotions.Like now, for instance, that jerk football player Jake Jones was undoubtedly going to ask her out. She could feel his aggression and cockiness from down the hall--he KNEW she was going to say yes. The arrogance pissed her off, and luckily she had a few seconds to come up with an. "Now I have to leave."Please don't blame yourself."It's not your fault."I was broken a long time ago, long before we met."I'm sorry,"I love you,"Julie."She printed the note, and then stapled the lyrics page, torn from the first CD liner, to the bottom of the note. It was Macy Gray's "The Letter."At the top of the page, she wrote simply, "Mom." She took a highlighter, and applied it to the words:"Mama don't be sad for me"Life was a heartache, and now I'm finally free."Then she stapled the page. It slipped easily inside, her vagina feeling hot and welcoming, and the walls gripping me as she exhaled in my ear, “That feels so good!”I normally don’t like the missionary position. I find it too uncomfortable and limiting, and find myself unable to stimulate my partner any way other than running my hands along her sides, pushing against her pubis, and pistoning in and out of her cunt.But this time, all either of us wanted was to move slowly together, in an unhurried dance, worshiping each. 'Thank God I haven't forgotten how to read body language! She's indicating the food! Must be what she meant, it's for me.'He mumbled his thanks while he settled himself.At least she didn't prattle at him while he ate. 'What am I going to do? Can't stay here. No work to go to, either.' He sighed and frowned to himself. 'The park? Yes, the park. Maybe she was there, waiting for him. She used to do that.' Or at least he thought she'd used to. Seemed like yesterday but sometimes his mind, not just.